Time Out of Mind Will there ever be a time, time out of mind, when I don't think about looking at you just one more time? Will there ever be a time, time out of mind, when you don't show up in my sleeping psyche which waking thought responds to with a magnetism that it takes every ounce of "I can't, I won't" to keep me grounded to where I make my stand and hold to what I have to? Will there ever be a time, time out of mind, when the once-freed-from fear will drop away and fall from existence as you disappear from the face of the earth? In all the midst of time, of screaming silently, "why?" the answers come faster than the questions. I need more time to prove I'm alive, that I can fight, that I exist though one wants to kill me and the other, forget. I'm still me, damn you both. You can't kill me, and I won't forget you whether you like it or not. Though it's no longer requisite that I act, and I won't, you can come in through the window now, any time now, shedding glass shards as you go to point the barrel down my throat and blast away. Go ahead. I'll forgive you, in time, but I'm the only one. PamEhli/2002 |
Since 1-20-03 |